Swan Songs

Here is a Swan Song for the old life. It was written a few years ago right before Christmas and travel to Poland. After emergency surgery and feeling alive.

It is also about middle age. Shame. Suffering.

There is a little chisel in there as well. It’s a reference to C.S. Lewis and his answer to why we suffer.

There is no good answer except a lot of suffering is mental. A lot of clinging. Holding too tight.

After playing touch and go with this world and the next (world or non-world), perspectives shift.

So here it is. A wee prose poem for middle age, suffering, surviving emergency surgery, and the naked beach of Sitges etc.